His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361

Vincenzo

I felt like jumping from a bridge. No, I was not exaggerating.

Two days had passed since that hideous birthday party, and there were only five more days left until I would be a married man.

Aria Morales had humiliated me, manipulated me, and would stop at the cost of nothing to get what she wanted.

Several hours before the party, I had texted Beau for his assistance. I gave him straightforward instructions to somehow manipulate the engagement, and he couldn’t do it.

Whatever he had done had backfired entirely and made the situation even worse.

I tensed at the feeling of a soft touch stroking up and down my arm. “You’re finally awake.” A female voice spoke. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

Babe?

Completely baffled, I turned to the half-naked brunette beside me as yesterday’s events slowly returned to my brains.

I didn’t know her name, couldn’t recognize or remember her. I just knew she was there when I was at my most vulnerable.

Just as the one before her and the one before that and so on.

“Looks like it, babe.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to imagine my married life-but I couldn’t. As charming as others made me, I was just not a passionate lover and could not see myself in a long-term relationship.

This one is worse than Isobel.”

All I have to say is I’ll keep you in my prayers.”

Those were Beau’s words after he had sabotaged my perfect plan to end the engagement. His ex-fiancee, Isobel Sala, wasn’t a saint in anyone’s books, so that statement only added to my worries.

Christian claimed Aria was a polite girl with a good heart, but he wasn’t exactly a saint either. One might say the old Christian was the male version of the current Aria.

Besides, he had only said those words because Beau refused to tell him how she dared disrespect Serena.

I admit, Christian would’ve probably started a war with the Morales and the Garcias, but I didn’t care.

She should’ve never brought up Serena, and I would never forgive her for that.

I would rather cat shit than show any kind of affection to Aria and especially not after she brought up Serena’s past. The one thing she’s most insecure about.

“Just tell me what’s on your mind, babe?” The brunette leaned her elbows on my chest to face me, allowing me to smell the strong scent of liquor that left her breath.

I cringed at the word, babe-and slightly pushed her off to grab my wallet from my nightstand. “So.” I

sighed, opening the brown billfold as I pulled out several 100-dollar bills.

“For your services.” My hand moved to the insides of the woman’s bra, stuffing it with the money. It was time for her to get out of my sight.

The woman scoffed, pursing her lips. “I’m not a prostitute!” She raised her voice to a high-pitched tone but ended up stuffing the bills further into her bra anyway.

I chuckled, shaking my head, and leaned back as the woman put on her remaining clothes. “You can just tell my driver to take you back home,” I instructed her, receiving a grateful and warm smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but you don’t have to-”

“No, I do,” I said. “I’m the one who brought you here, and I’ll make sure you’re getting home in one piece.

“Thank you, that’s so nice of you-Vince!”

Nice?

She had remembered my name while I could not even remember her face. Nothing nice about that.

Eager to make myself look at least a bit presentable, I waited until the woman had left and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Uncle Bruno would visit to talk about the wedding and the fate of the Garcias.

Oscar Morales announcing his retirement and his plans to unite both of our families came as a shock to all the Garcias.

The Morales men were quite at ease, knowing they would not suffer under this.

Uncle Bruno also told me not to worry. According to him, I should be grateful as it would help us gain respect, but he was so far up the Morales’ asses that he couldn’t see the issue.

We were all puppets.

Nic, who could not wait to step down, didn’t give a shit and had even missed Aria’s party. The reason? He was already packing his bags.

Oh, how nice it would’ve been to be my brother right now. I wasn’t even the oldest, so I could not understand why this had to be my fate.

My eyes rolled back, reading Aria’s name on my phone screen. She had been blowing up my phone with texts, asking me to meet up-and I kept making excuses after excuses.

Aria:

Five days

Vince:

Looking forward.

My reply was professional and dry, just like our future marriage.

1 told myself if I did have to marry her, I would divorce her after restoring the Garcia name-but would